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Nathan stepped beside his friend.
For the first time that evening, both boys looked their age.
Sixteen.
Exhausted.
Terrified.
A doctor eventually approached us.
Michael was receiving treatment, but his condition remained serious.
He would need continued medical care and support.
Denise listened carefully.
Then she looked at Cole.
« We’ll face this together. »
Cole began crying again.
And Nathan leaned against me, finally allowing himself to rest.
That night, I realized something I’d never forget.
My son hadn’t been sneaking away because he was reckless.
He’d been trying to save his best friend’s father.
But in their desperate attempt to protect everyone, two frightened boys had nearly destroyed themselves.
As I held Nathan close, Denise unfolded Michael’s letter once more.
And when she reached the final handwritten sentence, her expression changed again.
Because beneath his apology, Michael had written one last request.
A request that would force
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